I’m tiny in an endless ocean
And I sort of know where I’m heading
It’s some kind of a wedding
I swim, I tread, and I swim
Always, the wind blows in my face
Shaping a textbook lamb
When I reach the shore
Stand on my feet
Cook fish on the beach
Don’t ask me, please
Three times I love you
These are not surface wounds
I fight through the heaving water
So I can search far and wide for the prize
Time moves clockwise
I’ve lost and I’ve failed, I’ve lost
Really, I couldn’t survive the race
I’m leaving a dead done past
If I reach the shore
Stumble on my feet
Cook fish on the beach
Don’t ask me, please
Three times I love you
These are not surface wounds